Zain's POV
Even though Carry had been scheming in her little head about teaming up with me to shut Mommy out, she still flashed Joanna that angelic smile of hers.
"Miss Joanna, I'm totally fine. I just really want to hear you play piano again."
Joanna's face went soft. "Actually, I've got a show tonight. Want me to call someone and grab two tickets for you and your dad?"
Carry's whole face exploded with joy, her hands clapping together. "Yes, yes! Miss Joanna, you're absolutely the greatest!"
She threw herself at Joanna, arms wrapping around her neck while she nuzzled her cheek against hers.
I felt my mind wander for a second, thrown off not just by Blanche's earlier reaction, but by how distant she'd been with our daughter.
In my memory, Blanche had always been completely obsessed with Carry—the type of mom who couldn't even dash to the restroom without stopping for another squeeze.
